Blood Brothers

Chapter Four- Potter!

Draco's P.O.V

"Hey, guys!" I said sheepishly, "this is Antonio Severus Malfoy."
"No it's not!" Father said angrily, "Antonio looks nothing like that."
Toni's eyes were watering because our dad didn't recognize him so I put my hand on his head and threaded my fingers through his dark, dirty-blonde, slightly wavy locks of hair.
"Dad, I would think that you of all people would know that after years of having a semi-permanent glamor spell on you, you wouldn't look like you're supposed to right away, even if the degradation process was sped up," I explained, "it wears away gradually."
Harry's P.O.V
I was about to cry. Papa didn't recognize me, he didn't love me anymore!
All my life, I have been craving a parent's love and acceptance and if Papa didn't even see me as his own son, what parent would I have to love me now? I thought that Papa would remember me because I got kidnapped as a baby and he should remember me, even though he only got to see me for like, three months. I won't blame him for not wanting me, if he's really my Papa, then he knows that I'm just a filthy freak that deserves to live out on the streets with no food, water, family or friends. A freak that deserves to die slowly and painfully, breathing slowly and harshly until their heart stops beating.
Luckily, Draco explained to him the effects of having a semi-permanent glamor spell on you and comforted me as best as he could by running his fingers through my now-soft and tame hair.
Thankfully, Papa accepted the explanation as the truth and came over to my bed.
"Antonio," said Papa, "is that really you?"
"Yes, Papa. I'm so happy to finally see you again," I said.
Papa suddenly got up and said to Blaise, Theo and Draco, "You boys can stay in here for awhile with Toni. I'll be in my study."
Blaise's P.O.V
"Hey, Little One," I said, "How are you?"
"Hi Blaise, I'm fine. Thank you for asking. How are you guys?" Asked Toni.
"I'm fine, thanks," Theo said.
"I'm great, Toni, thanks for asking!" I answered.
"So, umm... how old are you?" I asked him, breaking the awkward silence.
The small boy just looked at me and said, "I'm actually not sure because before, I was another person and I was given an aging potion. So, if I was that other person, I would be almost seventeen."
Then, Draco said, "You're twelve. I don't remember that you were born when I was five but Dad reminded me."
Antonio nodded his head in acceptance.
Theo's P.O.V
He's so small, so tiny! I thought, he's probably only nine or ten. Maybe even a tall seven or eight year old.
When Draco told Toni how old he was, I was surprised. How could such a tiny, cute, adorable, squishable (I made that word up btw), scrawny- no offence, Toni- little boy be twelve?!
"So Toni, what do you want to eat for lunch?" I asked randomly, wanting to strike up a conversation with my adopted little brother.
"Umm, I'm not so sure," Antonio said unsurely, "maybe some leek and potato soup or broccoli or something like that."
"Aren't you going to eat any meat or bacon or pork or anything like that?" Blaise asked.
"No, I'm a vegetarian. And bacon and pork are meat, and bacon is pork, silly," Toni laughed.
"Oh," Blaise replied, his face turning the most violent shade of red.

Draco's P.O.V
"Well then, Toni," I said to take the attention away from Blaise before his head exploded, "Why don't we ask the house elves to bring up some soup and broccoli, or something like that."
"Sure thing Drakio," replied Toni, grinning. "Just a bit though, please."
"Your wish is..." I paused for a dramatic effect, "THE HOUSE ELVES' COMMAND!"
"Snapington!" Theo called. A little house elf wearing a uniform popped into the room.
"What is Master Theodory needing?" Snapington asked.
"May Toni please have some soup and broccoli or something like that? No meat please, Snapington. Thank you!" Theo said to Snapington.
"So, Draco," Toni said to me. "I thought that House Elves weren't allowed to wear clothes?"
"Yes, they aren't, but us, Malfoys don't believe in walking around the manor in the nude," Draco said.
"But what about Dobby? In second year, I freed him from the Malfoys and he wasn't wearing clothes," Toni said.
"Well, that elf had mental issues..." Draco said. "Wait! How do you know about Dobby?"
"Didn't Father tell us that Potter freed Dobby in second year?" Blaise asked.
"Oh, sweet mother of Merlin's saggy, hairy tits! You're Potter!" Theo exclaimed.

Oh no... Antonio thought.